I am the heartless, empty being; Incapable of love, incapable of feeling. Incapable of trust, incapable of healing; This dead black heart.
Love to me is just a distant memory. Something I did once, at least thatβs what I think; But to me love was phenomenal, To her it was just a word. To me no love is possible, After falling in love with her.
Only hurt can I now feel. That is when I can feel anything at all.